October 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

He had always been of these hills, as were his tales. It was one of my more memorable local journeys. As we drove round these hills, I heard of many beginnings and ends, until they felt like a part of my own story. It was as if they were being drawn out for me – changes in seasons, in climates, in people, in land and its use, in living and in him.

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